paroles de chanson Medley: Basin Street Blues/When It's Sleepy Time Down South - Louis Prima

In Basin street, is the street
Where all the boys and the boot folks meet
Down the New Orleans, and the land of dreams
And you′ll never know, how nice it seems

Not just how much it really means
Loo, loo

Go give to me, yes sir
Give to me, yes sir
Can't you see, baby?
I can′t lose, lose good all, Basin Street Blues

Never know how nice it seems
Just how much it really means
Eh, I see the moon, and the moon is pale
And I look, like it takes some cat to jail

Now it's a moon is pale, the sun, and the, the sun is gone
And the steam wants to come in, and it splashes on the good
Uh, uh
Eh, babasdodo

And the pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are singing songs, soft and low, you
Needn't tell me bob, cause I know
It′s sleepy time down south

Soft wind blowing, through the pinewood trees
And the folks down, there live a life of ease
When old mammy falls upon her knees
It′s sleepy time down south

Steamboats on the river, coming or going
Splashing the night die
Hear babaahb, banjos ringing, everybody singing
They dance til the break of day, hey

Dear old southland and his dreamy songs
And it Takes me back there, where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy′s arms
When it's sleepy time, down south

Steamboats on the river, coming or going
Splashing the night die
Hear babaahb, banjos ringing, everybody singing
They dance til the break of day, hey

Dear old southland and his dreamy songs
And it Takes me back there, where I belong
How I′d love to be in my mammy's arms
When it′s sleepy time, down south